Nature at times adds her own commentary to our actions with a kind of somber and considered eloquence, as though she were bidding us reflect.

“To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.”

“إن الحياة التى تخلو من العاطفة ليست غير حركة جافة صارخة ممزقة”

“Ah, Monsieur Priest, you love not the crudities of the true. Christ loved them.…”

“Then overwhelmed by the sense of that unknown infinity, like one bewildered by …”